"Imagine life as primordial emptiness, brimming with possibilities. Hopes come bubbling down the surface, feeding the long-lost lifeless entities. Colors burst from a sea of nothingness, feeling the skies with warm lights. Yet still expanding, still flourishing, black and white keeps on fighting. Chaotic isn't the movement, it's the state of mind. Calm as the sea, dark as the night sky; destinies intertwined."
In
Life,
Life as Pottery
"Imagine life as urns and vases. Some are more antique than others, some even have historical values. Some are filled with riches, some others with water or fruits, and the rest might even stay empty. Some are made to be the decoration inside The King's trophy room and some are just left abandoned to collect dust. Some would be able to last for centuries, some would just get thrown away in the making. Eventually, any pottery would start to crack, but only through those cracks can lights get in."
the droplets of rain you gathered,
Andri Kurniawan
Tally-ho! Been a long time (again) since I updated the last "Life" section. Tonight we have a girl with so many problems Rima Andari Putri with her own perception of life. Some says we are the protagonists of our own life, are you on the same page? Anyway, check her blog here! She's more honest when she writes, believe me. Anyway, here goes.
"It begins with some little steps.
Nervous, but can it be worse?
Isn't following the script which has already planned is the only thing to do?
Expressions, only follows
Jubilant script, I laughed
Depressing script, I wept
But I forgot that I can just suddenly forget
Until sometimes I improved
Or to say, playing my own character
The Producer doesn't like that
You're not as hoped, he says
Whose hope? Like what exactly?
The hope that will be able to produce valuable green papers?
The hope that will be able to result in standing applause?
Or simply the hope of mine to be able to enjoy this play throughout the duration?
Ah,
The Stage Play."
It's all about the money~ money~ money~ I'm not really the type to shout out "HEY MY LIFE IS MORE DRAMATIC THAN YOURS!", but yeah, I'm kinda too full of dramas. Though I lack on the expressions part... Well, anyway, what's your view of life? Be sure to share with me next time!
Hey, it's 2 in the morning! Do you know what that means, besties? Endless-chatter-about-life time!
Tonight I brought you a fellow heavy thinker I met by chance. (Yeah, sure.) Meet Bageur, and so let's hear what he has to say about Life, shall we? But before that, check out this guy here if you want, he writes some deep stuff sometimes... yes, sometimes. Anyway, without further ado, here goes.
"Life to us
Is the words to the book
Life is
The first letter we took
That gave us no choice
Except to keep going on every page we would cherish
Life is
A tiny curly comma
That gave us a glimpse
Of time to quickly decide what the future should be
Life is
Sometimes a full stop
That gave us a sign
That nothing's temporary; be it a joy or a pain
Life is
An apostrophe
To everything in our pages
That we never owned, and we never will
Life is
A question or exclamation mark
That gave us emotion
To every conflict we experienced all alone
Life is
An empty space
Between our full stop and the next letter
Where we contemplated our path to make it better
In the end, life is
The patterns you make
Until you reach the last punctuation in your page
Be it a full stop, a comma, or else that will end your trace"
Wait, you might want to read them one more time.
So! Personally I like the idea of depicting life as anything related to language. I mean, they are both mysterious. Who knows where life came from? Who knows where language came from? Yes, not even your grandma's grandma. Anyway, life is really full of words, letters, and even punctuation. Sometimes, you just can't find the right words, but someone will get what you mean anyway. Why? Because it's all written on your eyes--face, whatever that is. Our life might not be a complete series of novels, but even if it's just a short story, we'll just have to enjoy it, right?
I should have uploaded this last friday, but college decided to be a jerk. But anyway! Today I brought you a true duelist boy with quite a respectable mind. Personally, I really like his main idea, but he decided to keep his identity a secret so...let's just hear what he got to say, shall we?
"Life, for me, is like an enormous puzzle with a shape that no one probably knows, and every person is gifted with a tinier piece of puzzle to be placed. Maybe that one piece of puzzle is shaped as such to fit in somewhere, but when it's about finishing the puzzle itself, aren't we all have the freedom to do so?"
Alright, I'm kidding, I got lost on like the very first line, but hey! If you read it over and over it actually makes sense, no? And again, personally, if I have a piece of puzzle, the shape would be that of an abstract shape. I don't belong anywhere, my edges are too unpredictable, but I also can fit in anywhere, for whenever I feel small I actually can shape myself into the space available in the future. So, what kind puzzle piece do you think you are?
So...today was kinda special, I think? I started asking about views on life and ended up with a deep lesson about it. I find this really relatable, so be sure to read it thoroughly if you are interested in this kind of view. Lastly, check out Hallowed Thoughts's work here! He's also one of Writing Room's inhabitant, so be sure to check us out if you want here^^ Without further ado, here goes.
'I can't particularly think of how to summarize my views on life since that feels like an incredibly vague prompt. Instead, I'll start by talking on my view of time, then I'll expand from there however my mind sees fit. I tend not to view time as hours or minutes. Instead, those are the units of measurement I use to measure my life up to the rest of the world. I view time in spurts. I'll play video games, hang out with friends, and other things, but it doesn't feel like a set amount of hours have passed by. Instead, it feels like an event begins and then ends, and there coincidentally happens to be a clock allowing me to measure it. It's very much like the saying "Time flies when you're having fun". Time contracts for me when I'm doing activities I love, and expands when I'm not. Sleep is a particularly interesting time for me because I view it as losing existence. When I go to sleep, everything stops: time, movement, thoughts, everything. When I wake up and when I go to sleep aren't separated by anything other than an irregular dream or two. Thus, I don't even consider myself to be existing when I sleep. I vanish, and the world along with me. I guess this segues well enough into my view on life, which will unfortunately incorporate a bit of religious talk, so apologies if I offend. I tend to follow Descartes's philosophical statement "I think, therefore I am" in that the only thing I believe 100% to be true is my own existence. While I'm fairly confident the sun is going to rise tomorrow, I'm not 100% confident of it as I'm not sure what the future may hold. However, I'm 99.99% sure it'll still happen. I can't forget that .01% though, no matter how small it may be, so I'm not confident in any of it. However, I see my most practical method of dealing with events in life as treating it as if it was real instead of constantly doubting the reality I view. In a way, it makes me feel very egotistic and narcissistic since I basically center the possible universe around myself being the only certain existence. At the same time, it makes me feel very insignificant since everything in my life that I care about could be all an illusion, Which leads to another part of my world view I guess. Yay for stream-of-consciousness writing! (kind of) I notice a lot of paradoxes in my life. Things that shouldn't be able to have two particular traits yet have them anyways. My mood can be very uplifted and at the same time very somber and depressed. I can be great friends with someone and at the same time not feel as if I know a single thing about them. These feel like rather weak examples, but that's mainly because the big ones I notice tend to be very private to me, so I'll refrain from going into them. A lot of this dual nature stuff may relate to the natural (what I see as natural anyways) tendency to create many personas and layers to our character both to protect ourselves and to protect others. We don't relate our truest feelings to the world because they're either too blunt and serious for most people to handle up front or because they're too private and personal to risk sharing among those we don't trust. So we put up fronts, facades, personas, masks, and more. The English language itself has so many synonyms for this concept that helps illustrate how commonplace I believe this to be. I've known people (myself included oftentimes) who walk around with the biggest grin on their face while their words indicate a heavy cynicism with the world. In a way, this paradoxical nature might be another way of coping with the insane world we're brought into and are forced to deal with. These masks we wear make it even harder to make true connections with the people we meet around us unfortunately, as we often times don't want to risk shedding the mask to find out who the other person truly is. It's part of why I'm telling you all this even though I wouldn't tell most if any of this stuff to some of my closest friends. The internet allows me anonymity as another mask to protect myself even more so. The worst thing that can happen to us in a situation where we've burden ourselves down with layers of protection from the people around us is when we start to doubt ourselves. When we can't even fully trust our own thoughts and emotions is truly when I think a spiral into despair takes place. Which relates to my name, actually, so hey, Well, that's about all I got for the time being I think.'
So...what do you think? It explains life in an egocentric view quite well, huh? When you begin to look at life that way, you'll start realizing that life is full of paradoxes. I think it is utmost interesting and it satisfies my thoughts. T'was the words of a man who lives by his name, and next one might be yours?
Alright, this one is from Zachary, a friend of mine from on the Writing Room. The funny thing is, he's the first person that I asked about this and his answer...well, just read it, it's surprising even for myself. But before that, you can check out our Writing Room by going here and clicking the Writing tab! Trust me, you just need to be interested in writing/reading other's writing! Oh also, Zach is more known as XTheElegantShadowX and you can find his works here!
"Life is a web, constantly spindled in all directions by a spider of fate, each line a different path one will take and the variables that exist had they taken another. Tread carefully along the web, and you will avoid becoming entangled in it."
In
Life,
Life as Rivers
"Life is a flowing river, with a gentle wind it goes faster. Sometimes it's as clear as the morning sky, brimming with lives even if rocks underlie. Sometimes it's green and contaminated, but who knows if it's actually pure or saturated? Sometimes it diverges through the unknown lands, but along the way it unconsciously expands. Sometimes it ran into a cliff and began to fall, but only to make a beauteous waterfall. Life is a flowing river if you can see, everything ends up at the sea."
a demented fisherman,
Andri Kurniawan
In
Life,
Life as Spiders
"Life is a caring broodmother, patiently waiting like a female spider. But, when your time has come to eat a head, do not worry because everything will be dead. The eggs you lie will soon hatch, if you can't believe, just watch. Tiny little hopes are a great miracle, though in your eyes might turn horrible. Take care of them when they fall down, carry them up even in the dusk or dawn. But, try not to lose grip and fell on your own, because you would be climbing up the tree alone."
an arachnid in your nightmares,
Andri Kurniawan
